West Corner of the Park   I was feelin' kinda strange   I got Dog Breath   And a case of the mange      I think I'm gettin' fleas   And my mind's gone blurry   I guess it's true what they say,   It isn't easy Bein' Furry   Bein' Furry   Bein' Furry   Bein' Furry (Oh, uh)      Three O'Clock in the morning   Sittin' by the tree.   Sun shines down here, burning and free.   I'm trying to be witty.   My joke's a drag.   It's hard to be funny,   When your sittin' through a lag.      I met a cute vixen,   She said 'My name is Ann,'   I found out later-   She was played by a man.   She wanted to be friendly,   I left in a hurry   I guess it's true what they say,   It isn't easy Bein' Furry    No no no   It isn't easy bein' Furry   no no no   It isn't easy bein' furry      (Now, where the heck did I put that flea powder?)